There are many agent Smiths
There is only one Neo

There are many lies
There is only one truth

There are many battles
There is only one war

There are many scars
There is only one laurel wreath

There are many tear drops
There is only one smile

There are many failures
There is only one triumph

There are many desires
There is only one soul

There are many stars
There is only one Sun

There are many dark nights
There is only one sunrise

So when you're all alone facing inevitability
Know that you are The One.

"The time has come," (the Walrus said,)
"To talk of many things:
Of heart and head,
To wretches and kings,
Of cloth and thread,
Why the lark sings,
Of blood and bread,
To love and strings,
Of dreams and dead,
What eternally springs."

You probably understand. Or maybe you don't, after all. Either way, it is jumping around inside me and if I don't let it out soon all my carbonation will fizz up and run over the side of my glass and I don't want to waste all that sweetness.

I want to kiss you underwater.

I want that kiss to be the only thing keeping us alive. Down there we are foreigners, aliens. Grasping, I want to feel your flesh in stark contrast to the smooth wetness all around me, like a secret.

All that life where we cannot live. Exotic, forbidden, so lovely. I am sick with love.